1. Good ham.

2. I finish a bottle of Calpol and decide, before throwing them away, to make a mini fountain out of the syringe-ish dispensers. I expect them to squirt up perhaps a foot in the air and am overcome with laughter when the water shoots out with such force that it hits the ceiling and cascades down on John. I refill and take them out onto the balcony: a sharp jab on the plunger sends the water pleasantly far across the garden.

3. Frogging long abandoned yarn projects in anticipation of making something new. The wool will need relaxing but for now I enjoy its ringlets.

4. Dead veg & Polish sausage soup for dinner: yum.